Farewell, Lenin!

I’m outgrowing my love of cheap Communist Bloc stuff as I prepare for the looooooooong all-night ruck in Carson City. I don’t want to get halfway through the event only to drop out just because the last of my skin has been rubbed off by smelly Czechoslovak canvas.

So today I surrendered, embraced the capitalist running dog in all of us, and tried a lavishly padded, wide-strapped Belgian surplus backpack. I am never going back.

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The Dog in Chief writes about the flourishing of embodied souls. In practice, that means a lot of content about exercise, the outdoors, strength, and the comedy of errors called cultivating character and happiness.
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